All Chapters of Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Selina’s POVI should’ve known better. The icy night air bit into my skin as I crossed the courtyard, the gravel crunching beneath my boots. My fingers clutched my phone so tightly that the plastic casing dug into my palm. The words on the screen were burned into my mind.“Meet me in the courtyard. We need to talk.”I’d been waiting for those words for days, desperate for an explanation, some reassurance that the distance between us was nothing but paranoia. That the man I’d given my heart, soul, and body to wasn’t about to shatter me.But deep down, my instincts screamed otherwise.Everything about Lucas had changed. The coldness in his gaze, the restless energy coiled beneath his arrogant composure, and the clipped tones of his voice whenever we spoke. And then there were the rumours. Nasty little whispers slithered through the pack about how the future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack was expected to mate with someone of power and prestige. Someone worthy of his name.I’d ignored them,

Lucas’s POVFive fucking years. I’ve built empires, torn down corporations, and made more money than most people could fathom. Blackwood Enterprises is a juggernaut in the business world, with assets spread across industries that would make the strongest alphas in the country cower.But no amount of money, no level of power, could silence the gnawing void clawing at my chest. The gaping, festering wound that never healed.Her. My mate.Selina Carter. The woman I’d cruelly rejected and cast aside like she was nothing. Like she hadn’t been everything.And I was supposed to be the one with all the power.I gripped the edge of my mahogany desk until my knuckles turned white, the polished wood creaking under the pressure. The city skyline sprawled out before me, a glittering sea of lights trying to distract me from the darkness swirling in my mind.But nothing could distract me from the truth.I’d spent the last five years burying myself in work, drowning in violence, dominance, and ruthle

Lucas’s POVThe ballroom was a shimmering display of wealth and influence, the kind of event where only the most powerful were allowed to flaunt their status. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling, their light spilling over the sea of tuxedos and designer gowns like liquid gold. The air reeked of perfume, money, and greed—my kind of environment.But even as I moved through the crowd, nodding to the business moguls and pack leaders desperate to gain my favor, my mind was elsewhere.Selina, my mate.She’d been quiet. Too quiet. I’d expected her to fire back the moment she received my invitation, whether with legal threats or outright defiance. But the silence was worse. It meant she was planning something.Something that would make her entrance all the more… memorable.My lips twisted into a grin as I took another sip of my scotch, the amber liquid burning its way down my throat. I wanted her to come tonight. Needed her to come. Because it had been too fucking long since I’d seen

Lucas’s POVShe walked out on me. Again. Only this time, she didn’t leave broken and crying.No, this time, Selina Carter left with her head high, her hips swaying like she owned the damn fucking world, and the taste of her defiance still thick in the air. And for the first time in my life, I couldn’t breathe.I stood in the center of the lounge, fists clenched, my heart slamming against my ribs like a caged beast. The echo of her heels clicking down the hallway was the only sound I could focus on.She was supposed to be shattered. Bitter. Maybe smug. But not… that.She was fucking bold, cold, and so fucking untouchable.The moment I’d pressed her to that wall, I felt it—the crackle of something wild and primal that still existed between us. That thing neither time nor betrayal could erase. The mate bond was fractured, twisted, but it was still alive.She felt it, too. I know she did. Her breath hitched. Her body arched. For one second, her eyes weren’t steel—they were fire. I know s

Lucas’s POVShe’s lying.She’s lying and I know it with every cell in my body. Every instinct honed by blood, war, and the weight of the Blackwood name tells me the child is mine.But she looked me in the eye and said he wasn’t. And worse—she said she met someone else. She is fucking giving my pussy to someone else. Well, I know i don't deserve that pussy but it's mine! Mine to fuck, mine to torment, mine! Fucking mine!I haven’t slept since she told me she met someone else.Three nights, no rest. Just pacing, planning, and blood boiling in my veins. My wolf is unstable, snarling beneath the surface like it’s seconds from snapping free. I’ve had to cancel meetings, ignore pack requests, snap at board members just to keep from tearing this city apart.Because she stood there—calm, poised, cruel—and denied me and fucking told me my pussy is being fucked by someone else.And now? Now I’m done playing fair.The monitors lit up inside my private surveillance room. Four screens. Four differ